Chapter 1387: 1345 The Master of Spoiling Children

Next day.

Early in the morning, Fan Tao woke everyone up and got in the car to return to Hai Cheng and Di Du.

The mighty convoy looked impressive, but after leaving the desert, it gradually dispersed.

Zheng Ren appreciated this; staying low-key helps one live long.

These few brothers from Song Ying are interesting; they're not flashy or showy, yet each is quite capable.

The journey was arduous, but the car's interior was still spacious, so sitting for long didn't feel too tiring.

After ten hours, we finally returned to Di Du.

Fan Tao's convoy didn't enter Di Du; instead, they switched to Lin JiaoJiao's convoy at the previous toll station.

Zhou Chun Yong felt somewhat emotional, seeing Zheng Lao Ban's flamboyant style when going out to play, and the convoy still needed handover. Looking at himself, he really wasn't enough—neither in skill nor in such trivial matters.

He smiled; this time accompanying the Flying Knife, he gained a lot.

He had mastered the technique. Although he hadn't performed surgery himself, Zhou Chun Yong knew he had improved compared to before.

This wasn't the whole harvest.

He witnessed Zheng Lao Ban personally performing TIPS surgery, doing surgery in an emergency situation with full speed.

The gap between himself and Zheng Lao Ban was like that between a bird and a fish.

He also saw the Orchid Department's East Asia Regional Executive Director, a huge international conglomerate, scurrying to Xilin Town.

Zheng Lao Ban was really tough, giving him no face at all. But it seemed the Orchid Department's Executive Director had backed down, and no one knew how it ended.

This gave Zhou Chun Yong a fresh assessment of Zheng Ren.

Even if Zheng Lao Ban couldn't do anything else, achieving this much meant Zhou Chun Yong wanted to draw closer.

These things don't count for much.

The biggest gain was drinking happily with the other members of the Medical Team in the desert.

A family photo; he squeezed himself in. Although Zheng Lao Ban was missing, which was regrettable, it could be considered a group photo of all the assistants.

Zhou Chun Yong thought of that group photo, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Being able to squeeze into the assistants' group was also a huge gain. Zhu Liangchen? Just wait to die after cleaning up!

"Zheng Lao Ban, you haven't been idle these past two days, you must be tired." Zhou Chun Yong wanted to ride in the same car as Zheng Ren, but with Xie Yiren, Su Yun, and Lin JiaoJiao there, he felt he was outspoken enough.

"Saying one thing means one thing" is Zhou Chun Yong's attitude.

"And..."

Zheng Ren hadn't finished speaking when Zhou Chun Yong's phone rang.

Really! Who's calling at this time! It's delaying things!

Zhou Chun Yong thought, glanced, saw it was a family call, and answered.

He didn't speak; a hoarse, exhausted cry came from the receiver.

His thick palm was stiff, like a weathered stone in the desert, as if the warm April wind in Di Du would shatter it at a breath.

Zheng Ren vaguely heard what was on the phone and was also shocked.

"Zheng... Zheng... something's happened at home, I'm leaving first." Zhou Chun Yong stammered, turned, grabbed a car and was about to go.

"Yi Ren, I'll go check." Zheng Ren said hurriedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Director Zhou's son somehow got hold of pesticide and drank it!" Zheng Ren said softly.

"Go ahead, I'll take Heizi home first." Xie Yiren pinched Zheng Ren's hand and gave his arm a firm hug.

Zheng Ren smiled and immediately jumped into the car Zhou Chun Yong had grabbed.

"Director Zhou, where did you send your son?" Su Yun unexpectedly appeared in the car as well.

"Our hospital's emergency can't handle it; we sent him to 912." Zhou Chun Yong's voice trembled slightly, obviously panicked to the extreme.

"Director Zhou, don't panic." Zheng Ren comforted, "I'll ask."

After saying that, he picked up his phone and dialed Zhou Litao's number.

"Manager Zhou."

"Has the child who drank pesticide been taken to the hospital?"

"Uh... okay, I got it, we'll be there soon, thanks."

He hung up and immediately said, "The person's fine; they're just about to get their stomach pumped."

Zhou Chun Yong's stiff body seemed to relax a bit.

"Director Zhou, how old is your son, why would he…" Su Yun asked disdainfully.

"Sigh." Zhou Chun Yong let out a long sigh and said, "I…"

He only sighed, uttered a single word, then stopped.

Old tears streamed down.

Zheng Ren thought of Liu Xu zhi; each family has its own difficult sutra, unrelated to status or position.

Having wealth and status reduces troubles, but they never disappear completely.

Various great clans, over money and inheritance rights, stir up all kinds of trouble.

After a few seconds, Zhou Chun Yong's emotions steadied; he didn't hide it, rubbing his face wildly with both hands.

"I got married at 30; back then interventional surgery was just taking off. I thought about being a radiology doctor who just looked at films and wrote reports all day—boring, not like a real doctor. So I didn't wait to have kids; I went to study interventional surgery."

"After studying, I returned and couldn't avoid the front lines. Only after ten years, when I became director and my position stabilized, did I avoid duty for half a year to have a child."

Zheng Ren sighed; those who do interventional work aren't easy.

"It's also a case of having a child late in life; although I know indulging the child is wrong, it's my own child—I ache for it."

"I... sigh..." Zhou Chun Yong let out a deep sigh, no longer speaking, his eyes looking out the window.

The street scenery flew by; since we were entering the capital, we didn't go from the first ring to the third, so it wasn't congested.

Otherwise, Zheng Ren thought Zhou Chun Yong could get out and run all the way.

He and Su Yun exchanged a glance; the two had an unspoken understanding, so nobody spoke. The air in the car felt solidified, oppressive and hard to breathe.

The driver knew it was a major incident, he put all his skill to use, racing to 912 at top speed.

Upon reaching the emergency room, the car hadn't even stopped when Zhou Chun Yong flung open the door and sprinted inside.

Zheng Ren zhen worried he might not keep his balance and end up with broken ankles or worse; that would only add to the chaos.

He followed, running all the way to the Emergency Resuscitation Room, when a middle-schooler's angry shout echoed from afar.

"I won't have my stomach pumped—let me go!"

"Pumping my stomach is useless—if I go home I'll just jump off a building!"

Zheng Ren halted, hearing the voice full of vigor—he seemed fine.

Just this temper—Zhou Chun Yong really knows how to handle spoiled kids.

In their early teens—prime rebellious age—now seeking death and life, what will become of them later?

Zheng Ren walked slowly to the Emergency Resuscitation Room door, where he saw a boy about twelve struggling fiercely. The system background panel was a light green, indicating excellent health.

"Boss, if this were my kid, I'd strangle him," Su Yun said from the side.

Nonsense, Zheng Ren thought. One's own child—you feel sorry for them; you can't possibly strangle them.

But looking at this, Zhou Chun Yong has a headache.

The gastric tube lay to one side, the stomach pump was ready, its motor roaring—yet for some reason it hadn't started.

A woman held a child while crying, half-squatting, half-kneeling beside the resuscitation bed.

Zheng Ren sighed.